After eighteen years, Wick knows better than to panic when I walk toward him carrying a costume. 

He knows the deal. 

Five minutes. One good picture. Costume comes off. His job is done for another year. 

This time, however, I held up a turkey costume. 

Wick stared at it. 

Then at me. 

Then back at the turkey. 

His expression clearly said, You have finally gone too far.